Amy's Treatment

[aprilt909]

Love the idea of he is admitting everything to his therepist.

[skuttrusk]

CHAPTER NINE: SLOPPY SECONDS

I removed my skirt and attached the ten-inch strap-on. It was large, but not of an implausible size. Blackton didn't mind it being longer than his own, quite impressive cock. We had agreed that Amy would be less likely to detect the deception if I went second, when the cunt was well lubricated, and also that Blackton naturally should enjoy seniority in all aspects of the raping. I pulled on a pair of men's trousers I'd brought to enhance my disguise.

I aligned the head of the dildo with Amy's cum-smeared slit and drove into her, hard. Blackton pressed a hand over the cunt's mouth to smother her cries, and also add to the illusion of a male rapist.

Funnily enough, though we'd gone to all this trouble to confuse and trick the dumb cunt, as I raped her, I was enormously tempted to rip off the tape from her eyelids just to see her expression when she recognised her therapist as the rapist. But I wasn't so silly as to go through with that.

As to what it felt like, raping a cunt... it felt fantastic. The stimulation of the strap-on's base on my pubis wasn't all that strong, so the effect was more psychological. Knowing I was implanting trauma in the cunt's brain with each thrust into her moist rapehole was wonderfully satisfying. I wondered what had stopped me doing this before. Of course, it was because I had lacked Blackton's inspiration, force, guiding spirit.

Amy's breathing was getting stertorous, and it actually seemed she might cum on my mock-cock. This couldn't be allowed. It was Blackton who should make the cunt cum. So I slowed down my strokes, adjusting my position to make sure I wasn't grinding on her clit, and then, a bit shakily, I took up the garlic crusher from her the cunt's kitchen and positioned it over one nipple. The design of this utensil prevented one from crushing the nipple as though in a vise, but I could catch the little bud between the edges of the two hinged parts. Use it like blunt scissors. We didn't want to cut her, not this early in the evening. But giving the cunt some bruises was highly desirable.

I squeezed the handles together and was rewarded by Amy arching her back in pain. I couldn't feel if it caused her cunt to grip the invading dildo raping her slit, but I bet it did. I pulled and twisted on the trapped nipple, all the while raping the cunt slowly. My acute knowledge of the cunt's mental make-up assured me that she was not a painslut who would be pushed over the edge by this, instead her orgasm would be denied as the pain cut off the pleasure. I did fully realise that the vaginal stimulation would make the pain easier to bear, as it does with all women, but you can't have everything. I could compensate for that by crushing her nipple all the harder, and I did. It was going to be swollen and purple tomorrow.

Blackton was getting hard again watching. He offered his cock to my lips and I sucked it eagerly. It was important to acknowledge his primacy in this process, my status above the cunt but well below his.

Then, the piece de resistance. We had tested various toys and finally found a little water pistol that operated silently. We had filled it with Blackton's cum the day before, me sucking and tonguing his shaft to produce the payload. I slipped my strap-on's shaft from Amy's red, cum-smeared slit and Blackton pinched her nostrils closed and squeezed her throat with his other hand. Her mouth opened invitingly and I jetted the stale cum onto her face-cunt. One spurt, then two, then three, the thick stringy fluid pooling on her tongue, sticking to her lips and the roof of her mouth. Then Blackton covered her mouth again, so she was airtight. I twisted her other nipple with the garlic crusher, very hard.

She moaned, and swallowed.

"Good girl," said Blackton.

He was now fully stiff and ready to rape again...

TO BE CUNT-INUED

[Shocker]

Great to see the good doctor back at doing therapy. So Blackton is told he has primacy and she is just above Amy. I’m more than ever convinced that a much deeper understanding of being raped is going to be the result of the night.

[skuttrusk]

Thanks! Not sure Dr. Lamb is capable of being raped at this point, she certainly wouldn't object to Blackton using her, I don't think. But it'd be interesting to imagine something that would violate her limits and leave her suffering as Amy suffers...

[embarrassedalready]

Thanks! Not sure Dr. Lamb is capable of being raped at this point, she certainly wouldn't object to Blackton using her, I don't think. But it'd be interesting to imagine something that would violate her limits and leave her suffering as Amy suffers...

well, you can always write "Amy's revenge" about what she does to the doc after she finds out she was betrayed.,..........

[skuttrusk]

I could, but I don't want Amy to ever have any agency or justice. I just want the cunt to suffer LOL

[BlueRaven]

Great Story. I like the charakters, it leaves room for some suffering for Dr. Lamb. Maybe there are differences between what she likes in her Imagination and when it rearly happens.

[skuttrusk]

That's quite possible! Though she's now at the point where she'll probably accept a little suffering so long as Amy suffers a lot. And her internalized misogyny will tend to make her accept it.

[skuttrusk]

CHAPTER TEN: AMY'S ANUS

Of course, having made use of Amy (the cunt) orally and vaginally, it was now time to sample that sweet sanctum sanctorum, her virginal anus. Amy, on the couch, had confessed to deep-seated anxieties about anal penetration, which had held her back from ever offering her scented shit-chute to a lover. Which made it all the more delightful that she would now proffer it to a rapist.

Since screaming was likely to result, I balled up the cunt's used panties and shoved them in her cum-coated mouth, and then used the same tape that was shutting her eyes to keep the fragrant gag in place.

I positioned some cushions at hip level and together Blackton and I flipped the cunt over so her bottom was raised by this soft, improvised bolster. Her arse, petite and very saucy, made a truly irresistible target, her legs held open by the spreader, but her holes nicely displayed.

Blackton rifled through the cunt's wardrobe and selected a suitable belt. I had though he might want to punish the pert posterior before raping it... I gave one pale cheek a good sharp smack and was rewarded with a quivering of ass-meat, a pinkening of skin, a muffled yelp. I smacked her again on the same spot. Blackton was wrapping the belt around his fist.

"Move back a little," he advised, stepping up to the side of the bed. Tracing my fingers from Amy's raised rump, along the small of her back, up her spin, I slid off the bed and laned against the wall, touching myself, the strap-on that had so recently violated Amy's vulnerable pussy still glistening with her cunt-slime. I bit my lower lip as Blackton raised his right arm...

WHACK! The belt slashed down across the place where Amy's round little buttocks met her creamy thighs. She wailed through her gag, and her body arched and writhed, pulling futilely at her bonds. I ground the base of the strap-on against my mons veneris, willing Blackton to hurt the bitch, hurt her again, hurt her MORE...

WHACK! The second stroke took her squarely on the cheeks, just as the red stripe from the first blow was starting to darken her skin.

WHACK! Again, right on the ass. The cunt was going to get a rosy-red rear. But why stop at red? Bruises would look attractive on that spot, and the cunt had certainly earned them, yakking my ear of whining about being taken advantage of by a man who had simply wanted, quite understandably, to make good use of an available fuckhole.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The whole bed was bouncing from Amy's amusing spasms as her cheeks turned a deeper and deeper red. It was so arousing to think how the initial pain was being intensified with each vicious blow.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I was aching for Blackton to ass-rape the cunt, but at the same time I didn't want the torture to end.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Blackton paused, breathing heavily, grinning wickedly. I knelt on the bed and felt around Amy's face to ensure that her tears hadn't loosened the tape on her eyelids. All good. Then, because hearing the cunt beg would be an enjoyable part of her sodomizing, I removed her panty-gag, damp with drool and sticky with cum, and lay it nearby as we would be hurting her more soon.

Blackton climbed on the bed between the cunt's legs. His cock, which had been hard before, now looked impossible large and stiff. I quite understood - the cunt's thrashing had been very stimulating. I wondered momentarily if my complete lack of empathy for the cunt made me a psychopath in a clinical sense, but then decided that no, I would feel sorry for her if she was human, but as she was a cunt her suffering was entirely desirable and positive.

I leaned in and ran my tongue up Amy's ass-crack, slowly, teasingly, circling it around her clenching pucker.

"No! Please! Not there!" begged the dumb little fucktoy.

I sucked on Blackton's shaft, slathering it in saliva.

There are recognized ways to make anal sex comfortable. A first time recipient should use plenty of lube, and be on top to control the speed and depth of penetration. We were, of course, doing the opposite of all that best practice. Amy was bound, underneath, and had no control. The meagre lube we were using was just spit, so it would be quickly absorbed by her anal lining. which is designed just for that purpose.

(Blackton lined the bulbous head of his dick up against Amy's asterisk.)

The only thing Amy could do in this position that might ease her oncoming agony was to push out with her ass muscles as if expelling something, which would let Blackton slide his python in more easily. But the cunt didn't have the sense to do that.

She clenched her cheeks tight.

Blackton thrusted.

"MMMMMMMWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHH-mmmf!" I shoved the gag in lest she wake the whole neighbourhood.

I almost spoke: "Shut up, you stupid cunt, he's only got half the head in, you have nothing to complain about YET." I stopped myself just in time.

Blackton leaned in and whispered in Amy's ear. "Shut up, cunt. I'm barely inside you. This is going to feel MUCH worse in a minute." I clapped my hand over my mouth to stop myself sniggering. Blackton and I certainly saw eye to eye on how to talk to a captive cunt.

TO BE CUNT-INUED

Comments and suggestions and ratings are much appreciated Let me know what aspects of Amy's torment appeal to you most!

[Shocker]

Not much to say other than excellent chapter. And my full approval of the gag used.